Chapter 804: Meticulous as a Hair

M Country has also completely exploded into chaos.

Hardliners slammed the table at an internal meeting, clamoring: "We must teach Babylon a thorough lesson!" Some even hinted at using unconventional means, regardless of the cost.

But more legislators were deeply mired in worry.

Core staffer Wesley privately warned: "After so many years of Cold War confrontation, no one dares to be the first to start a nuclear war. If we take this step, how will the Soviet Union react? This consequence must be weighed clearly."

After two full days of arguing among all parties, reason eventually prevailed. The authorities temporarily shelved the nuclear strike option and launched a national mobilization to launch a ground war at all costs—determined to completely flatten Babylon.

Inside the Second Reception House in Si Jiu Cheng.

Secretary Liu chuckled after hearing Liu Rusi's work report: "He Yuzhu is a man of great wisdom. He took the initiative to share the credit among more than forty subordinates; in this way, even if M Country spies or Mossad agents find clues, they will only know that this organization is powerful and will not specifically lock onto who the true backbone is."

Liu Rusi said with a touch of pride: "He is indeed transparent in worldly wisdom; he never wants to be famous throughout the world, only wishing to be an ordinary person."

Secretary Liu sighed with emotion: "He has never been an ordinary person; this is a figure who can stir the world's landscape. Our Big Brother should thank him well—with him here, perhaps it can extend its life by ten years. If another powerful figure can emerge, Big Brother might even be able to survive for a long time."

Tel Aviv, Mossad headquarters.

Allen Walker, the M Country CIA Middle East intelligence chief, held an encrypted intelligence dossier between his fingertips, his expression grave as he looked at Elias Cohen, the Mossad agent chief sitting opposite him.

"We have obtained definitive intelligence through deep-cover informants—the armed group that planned the sinking of the aircraft carrier and premeditated the attack on the two US Military bases is the same group. I hope you will use the intelligence network you have operated in the Middle East for many years to help us completely eliminate this force."

Elias Cohen nodded slightly: "We are the Brotherhood Alliance; your business is my business."

Allen Walker continued in a deep voice: "According to the intelligence we have, this armed squad has a total of one hundred people. Two core members are the most critical: one is named Ali, who is the core of the team and is said to have been born in the United Kingdom and speaks fluent English; the other is Sadake, the Deputy Captain. The low-level peripheral personnel are constantly rotating and flowing, their identities are chaotic, and it is difficult to lock onto them one by one. The higher-ups' intention is for us to join forces to infiltrate, plant people to lie in wait inside them, and use various means to eliminate them."

Elias Cohen's tone was calm: "We have also been tracking this group of people. We once had a member infiltrate their interior and send back some useful news. He also said that Ali and Sadake were the core, but unfortunately, this agent sacrificed himself in a battle. I don't know if his cover was blown, or..." He did not continue, lit a cigarette, smoked for a long time, and then continued: "But don't take them too seriously; they are just a group of mercenaries. Relying on wild ideas, they just found a loophole in our system."

Allen Walker frowned: "Do not underestimate these people; they must have abilities that exceed ordinary people. Some even speculate whether that Ali is a person from the Soviet Union. Two aircraft carrier battle groups and several bases were all done by them—to be able to do this, it is impossible without some ability."

Elias Cohen: "Mr. Walker, please rest assured. Once our infiltration is successful, we have a hundred ways to pinpoint and eliminate them."

Walker nodded: "Leaving them alive is like a Damocles Sword hanging over our heads, which could fall at any time."

At the same time, He Yuzhu was in a closed-door secret discussion with Sadake, finalizing the overall arrangements for the organization.

He Yuzhu said in a deep voice: "Brother Sadake, I have a strong premonition—Mossad agents and the US CIA intelligence personnel stationed in the Middle East are likely already targeting us. From today on, we must be strictly on guard."

Sadake agreed deeply: "You are right; I have had this premonition in my heart for a long time. We are now standing at the forefront of the storm, and there will only be more and more people watching and plotting against us in the dark; we have to be on guard."

He Yuzhu's eyes sharpened, and he smiled: "Once we find out that agents have disguised their identities to mix into the team, we might as well play along, set a trap, and capture these infiltrating intelligence personnel in one fell swoop to eliminate future trouble."

Sadake frowned slightly: "The idea is good, but it is not easy to operate. In my opinion, we must establish a strict hierarchical system. Except for our forty-plus core brothers, the remaining peripheral members will have no qualifications to contact you."

He Yuzhu shook his head lightly: "To be honest, I am not too worried about my own safety—ordinary people want to plot against me in the dark, but they simply don't have the ability."

Sadake pondered for a moment: "I joined this team to sacrifice myself. But we must protect you well; you are our treasure."

He Yuzhu was very moved after hearing this.

He hugged Sadake tightly and said: "Since you treat me as a brother, I swear to heaven now—as long as I am alive, I will not let any of our core five-man group have any problems."

Sadake said: "Brother, I appreciate your kindness. Don't worry, as long as it reaches the most dangerous moment, I am willing to step forward and take the bullets for you."

He Yuzhu was deeply shocked by Sadake's actions. He said: "In the future, I will disguise myself as an ordinary coach to screen newcomers."

Sadake shook his head: "This is too dangerous; I cannot let you take the risk."

"It is settled."

No one knew that He Yuzhu already had the victory in his grasp.

His system has a Marking Function for enemies and allies—as long as those lurking Mossad and CIA agents pass through his line of sight for a glance, the system can instantly lock, mark, and identify their identities.

Sadake hesitated for a long time before finally agreeing to He Yuzhu's proposal.

Night shrouded the hidden mountain camp.

He Yuzhu shaved off his beard and disguised himself as a base coach in his thirties with a frivolous manner of speaking.

This time, six elite CIA and Mossad agents had already mixed into his training camp.

They pretended to be down-and-out desperate men and joined the mercenary training camp.

These agents felt their disguise was seamless.

But in He Yuzhu's system, who they were, what their positions were, what their names were, and where their homes were—everything was clearly marked.

For the next period of time, he put the twenty-four new recruits through devilish training.

He did this as another way to tell Sadake how he identified these agents—he couldn't tell others that it was identified by the system.

Half a month later, these twenty-four people had basically completed their training.

He Yuzhu and Sadake walked into a secret room in the camp.

He Yuzhu lit a cigarette, took a puff, took a slip of paper from his pocket, and handed it to Sadake.

After reading it, Sadake gave a thumbs up: "Brother Ali, you have the face of a rough man, but I didn't expect you to be as meticulous as a hair."